I play people like instrumentswhich

I play people like instruments

which string to pluck

which handle to pull

the levers and pullies of their minds at my fingers grasp

a music only I can hear them sing

a word carefully placed 

a smile

a nod

a reminiscnese 

I clap with delight at the show

DANCE!! DANCE!! DANCE!!

I yelp

My words their bidding

claws reach into their soul 

tare out the bits I like 

lick my fingers and 

store the leftovers 

information is valuable I must admit 

peoples worst darkest fears are my favorite

it is tedious patience a nessecitie

I am quite clumsy 

I must admit 

its delicate work im not well suited

I slip

oops 

I've forgotten her name

lord look at my mess

too direct

I sigh

these slip ups are the very reason for my failures

the stiching forever ruining the flower I had been emroidering for some time

the instrument fully tuned with a slash across the strings

these mistakes cost me dearly

I'll get better all I need is practice 

I'm still far ahead

the miles between us stretching far

I thought this was a common skill?

Lieing 

oh yes,

I cant help myself

I love the crafting of it 

Im hungry for the next one I tell

fingers prod and point at the mistake

of course! how could I forget

their trust broken

Its of no mind to me

more sweet lies and I can patch it up 

covering my needle work with a fancy bow

I blink

"did you not think of that"

I question

horrible needle work I know

but I was comfotable

It made me stumble

curiosity governed me in that moment

"no I dont usually..."

they trailed off

sensing the insult before it rolled harsh off their tongue

"Lie"

I finished for them

no shame

I didnt have time for it

shame was a poisoned guilt that would swing a sword over my neck

I took the knowlege bottled it

no one had that same ravenous hunger for mistruths

I am sated 

for now

let me give you one last fib

one last harmless jab

I know how to stop-cc.